For my nephew, Hudson

Some stories

have dying 

in them.

Not all stories.

Today's story did.

Some stories

you will make,

some stories

will be made for you.

All stories 

will shape you.

Some stories

have dying

in them.

All stories

have living

in them.

Most stories

have living

and then dying.

One story

has dying

and then living.

Keep looking

for the story

that has dying

and then living

and living

and living.

The Swing By Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing, 
  Up in the air so blue? 
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 
Ever a child can do! 

Up in the air and over the wall, 
Till I can see so wide, 
Rivers and trees and cattle and all 
Over the countryside— 

Till I look down on the garden green, 
Down on the roof so brown— 
Up in the air I go flying again, 
Up in the air and down!

Pepper’s photobomb on the slide! 😂

Your current morning routine: 

  1. Wake up around 6am. Your dad comes to get you, puts you into whatever clothes look warm and comfiest (9/10 times this is sweat pants). You help him wake up with giggles and squawks and yelps.

  2. He brings you to me shortly after so you can eat. Then you signal you’re finished by turning your head to stare out the window. You look out the window, I look at you, we snuggle, and I cherish.

  3. Your dad picks you up and you get some of his best, his morning, to play with him, talk at him, and watch him. By 7:30 you’re ready for a nap already.  


That Little Beast: A Poem, By Mary Oliver

That pretty little beast, a poem, 
    has a mind of its own. 
Sometimes I want it to crave apples
    but it wants red meat. 
Sometimes I want to walk peacefully 
    on the shore
and it wants to take off all its clothes
    and dive in. 
Sometimes I want to use small words
    and make them important
and it starts shouting the dictionary, 
    the opportunities. 

Sometimes I want to sum up and give thanks, 
    putting things in order
and it starts dancing around the room 
    on its four furry legs, laughing 
    and calling me outrageous. 
But sometimes, when I'm thinking about you, 
    and no doubt smiling, 
it sits down quietly, one paw under its chin, 
    and just listens. 

With Love - Oma & Opa

<3 this week

Day 5

Day 119

Our little pumpkins

Wesley & Walter. One of the best things about growing up and having kids is getting to have fun with other people who are growing up and having kids.

Sometimes you almost can’t see a difference from life now and life before. But the window betrays that his piano pieces are now duets.

My dad turns 60.


In the strange process of selecting a person

to symbolize the past, present or future,

there are two things to consider:

who has more?

And who is in each?


Wesley is in your past and mine,

but has more future than us both.

Your age is in his future and mine,

but you have more history than us both.

Are you Future or Past?


There is a symmetry to the question:

you are the base or the peak of the pyramid,

depending on the flip.

You are First of us three,

or you are Last.


You are the Still

before my Steady,

his Spry.

Among our Crawl, Walk, Run,

you are the Fast.


There is symmetry to the equation:

zero to thirty to sixty.

Three equidistant generations

of men, perhaps some meaning

in the math.


But whatever the Future,

whatever the Past,

I’m grateful in the Present

that you’re here,

in wisdom, conversation,

feeling and thought.

Six Years

This little girl turned six today. It was once the keen desire to have pictures of her little face that moved me to learn more about how to take a good photo. So, it’s quite magical whenever I take a photo that I love that she is in. I look at it and treasure the way a person can inspire so much without saying a word. You inspire me, Abigail, just by being you. You always will.

(✎S 📷S)

First bath & Father's Day

Here’s to the best baby-daddy of them all. I can’t wait for the many years to come of watching you be a father. As many have said, it’s a surprise to no one that you are such a perfect fit for this. Father-son relationships make the best love stories. <3 Happy Fathers Day, Ev